The plot of "Quick Transmigration: The Charismatic One Always Collapses" is incomplete.

The group set up camp in Stone Village. As the days went by, the priests, who were initially unaccustomed to the situation and had some complaints, gradually became silent.

They watched over the villagers of Stone Village every day.

The villagers have to get up at the crack of dawn to either turn the soil and water the fields, cultivating a small amount of land, or go up the mountain to find wild food, repeating the same heavy but hopeless labor day after day.

Every household here is very poor, and the villagers rarely smile, as if hardship has gradually worn away their emotions.

Anyone who has the ability to move out of the village has already done so. Those who remain are either the elderly, the infirm, or those who cannot travel far because of family members.

The priests watched all this with mixed feelings.

Before they arrived, they were all fair-skinned and pampered. Even though the temple was no longer what it used to be, that was only in comparison to its former glory.

The temple never let them suffer from hunger or cold; compared to the villagers, they lived a stable and respectable life.

But now, the days of clearing land, carrying water, moving stones and leveling the ground have left them all haggard and thin. Their once fair hands are now blistered and their faces are full of weariness.

But it was only through experiencing this poverty firsthand that they truly understood.

What's the point of listening to those vague and unrealistic pronouncements of divine grace when people can't even fill their stomachs and see no hope for tomorrow?

Meaningless.

Their real suffering was not a lack of faith, but a lack of water and land, nowhere to go, and nowhere to avoid danger.

Although they understood, they were still confused. With their meager strength, what could they really change? These problems were not something they could solve in a month or two.

-

The priests turned their gaze toward their holy son.

They were dull-witted and couldn't think of any way to break the deadlock, but the Holy Son was different.

The Holy Son is so intelligent that he must have seen through all of this and must be secretly planning a way out for Stone Village.

Otherwise, why would the Holy Son come to inspect them in such hot weather?

The inspection is just a facade; the Holy Son is certainly thinking of countermeasures.

Thinking this, the priests felt a surge of anticipation, and their hands moved faster than usual.

They must work hard and live up to the good intentions of the Son.

-

That evening, a villager went up the mountain to pick wild vegetables. As he was coming down the dirt road, he accidentally missed a step and rolled down the hillside.

The hillside is not high, but it is covered with pebbles of varying sizes.

He stumbled and fell all the way down, covered in blood, his coarse cloth clothes torn to shreds, and his right arm bent in an unnatural way.

When the news reached the village, several priests rushed over.

They knelt beside the villagers groaning in pain, their palms glowing with a faint white light, and whispered healing incantations.

The villagers' skin and flesh gradually healed and stopped bleeding.

But the broken bones and internal organ damage left them helpless.

"I'll do it."

A voice rang out.

Wen Yubai pushed aside the priests, squatted down, and parted his thin lips slightly, but did not utter a sound. He silently chanted a spell.

Pure white light emanated from his palm and slowly flowed into the bodies of the villagers.

After a while, the white light disappeared, the villagers' tightly furrowed brows slowly relaxed, and their breathing gradually became steady.

"Alright, you guys find a reason to explain to the villagers who are gathered around, just say that we happen to have a magician here."

"Alright, Holy Son, go and rest. Leave the rest to us."

The priests blinked their bright eyes at the Holy Son, seeing him fight up close for the first time. So amazing!

Unfortunately, Wen Yubai didn't notice that the elements were now scarce, and the healing magic he had just used was not as easy as it seemed.

He left under the protection of the priests, thinking that since he had been surrounded by the priests, the villagers around him probably couldn't have seen the specific process of the spell.

Wen Yubai left with peace of mind.

The priests stopped surrounding the wounded and allowed the villagers to gather around.

The village chief saw the person lying on the ground. Although his clothes were tattered, his wounds had healed and his breathing was steady.

He grabbed the hand of the nearest priest, his eyes reddening, and said emotionally:

"Thank you so much. This is my only nephew. If he were gone, I... I... Thank you for saving him."

The priest was stunned for a moment, feeling the warmth from his palm, and said:

"This is what we should do."

Upon hearing this, the village chief wiped away his tears.

When he was young, he had been to big cities and had some experience.

Just now, through the gaps in the crowd, he saw a white light emanating from inside, and it was capable of healing people with such severe injuries.

It will only be light magic.

Where on the mainland are the most light-elemental mages?

Temple of Light.

-

Stone Village has several dirt roads, which are really just tracks made by trampling on a mixture of stones and mud.

They are embedded in the mountainside, with weeds growing on both sides and the rocks easily loosening, so people have to be very careful when walking on them.

Wen Yubai stood at the foot of the hillside, lost in thought, his gaze falling on one of the dirt roads.

Since the priests are cleaning up stones every day anyway, why not build a dirt road while they're at it?

Wen Yubai found the Holy Knight Commander and told him his thoughts.

Paladin Commander: "Which dirt road should we build up the mountain?"

Wen Yubai did not answer immediately, but walked along several dirt roads, hesitating between two of them.

One is a stream that leads to the western mountainside, which villagers use to carry water.

One path leads to the eastern mountaintop, where there is more vegetation and many wild vegetables.

In the end, Wen Yubai decided to complete both trainings. With the strength of the Holy Knight Commander and the Priest, they should be able to finish the training in a little over a month.

After making the decision, Wen Yubai brought the Holy Knight Commander to conduct an on-site inspection and drew a simple route map for him, noting some precautions.

"Any more questions?"

The Paladin Commander had no other thoughts; he shook his head.

The more you think, the faster you get hungry—this is the simplest truth he has learned from years of practice.

He did whatever the Son of God told him to do.

Wen Yubai nodded in satisfaction and casually handed him a shovel:

"Remember to clean the stones thoroughly to avoid any potential problems."

"Don't worry, Holy Son." The Holy Knight Commander took the shovel.

However, when the Paladin Commander had chosen his men and was actually getting started...

He looked at the jumbled rocks covering the mountain, then looked down at the shovel in his hand and tried to shovel them.

With a "clang".

The paladin commander decisively chose to give up and stuck the shovel aside.

To everyone's astonishment, the Paladin Commander drew his precious enchanted sword and swung it down, shattering the rocks.

He then casually swept it away, and immediately used his sword to carve a groove to make a step.

Since the Paladin Commander had done so, the other two knights exchanged a glance and also drew their swords.

The priests exchanged bewildered glances. They had no swords, and they couldn't very well use their staffs...